Chapter 38 Chapter 36 Passengers

KLM Flight 534 took off at 1:10 on time.At the moment the plane is full of weary passengers who stumble to their seats, fasten their seat belts, grab pillows and blankets, close their eyes, and hope that the journey will be smooth so that they can get a good night's sleep. Five of Beide'an's subordinates were also on board, and their belongings were stuffed under the front seats.Everyone is a little nervous and wants to drink to calm down, but the plane is now parked at the Islamic airport, and the alcohol will not be served until after the flight from the United Islamic Republic.They all understand their situation, but there is no way out.They have understood the situation and made full preparations.They walked through the airport like ordinary passengers and handed over their carry-on luggage for X-ray inspection. The security personnel looked very carefully, because although there were not many local planes, there were many suspicious persons. X-ray results showed that there were only a few everyday items in their carry-on luggage.

They were all educated, and most of them attended the American University of Beirut, some for degrees, some simply to learn about the enemy.They were neatly dressed, though they had now loosened their ties, and soon fell asleep like the rest of the passengers. What do you think?asked Van Damme. Holtzman twirled the glass and watched the ice cubes slide inside.In other cases I would have thought it was a conspiracy, but it isn't.For a guy who claims to do his best to get things done, Jack does a lot of crazy and unseen things. Crazy is a bit of a stretch, Bob. That is not an exaggeration.Everyone reacts strongly to his proposed reforms, even you have to admit that his tax policies are a bit outrageous.

Who leaked the news? The reporter shrugged and said: I can only guess, it may be someone who was cut from the CIA.How far are they going to cut the CIA? Cut down enough to feed a new batch of field personnel.The idea is all about saving money and increasing productivity.'I didn't tell the president what to do with intelligence because he's a real expert on that,' he added. I know, my story is about to be published.But when I was about to ask you to help me arrange an interview, something happened. oh?That My point of view?I say he's the most conflicted guy in town.He's great in some ways, and a gullible kid in others.

go on. I like this guy, Holtzman admits, and he's very honest.Do you know what pissed me off?He paused to take a sip of his drink, hesitated a moment, and then said with undisguised exasperation: Someone at the Post leaked my story, probably to Kirty, who then might tell Downer and Planbo. They used your coverage to make him look bad? almost.Holtzman said. Van Damme almost laughed.He held back for a while, but couldn't help it: Welcome to Washington, Bob. There are also people in our industry who are very ethical, the reporter countered, but not very firmly, it was a great report, and I took great pains to investigate.I have my own sources in the CIA and this new one does know a lot about it this time.I used the information he gave me, went back and researched again and again, verified everything, and then carefully wrote down what I knew He assured Van Damme, you know?I wrote Wren quite well.Yes, he sometimes has surprises, but as far as I know, he's never out of order.If we had a major crisis, this guy was the man for the Oval Office.But some bastard stole my story, stole my intelligence, and made a big fuss about it.I don't like it, Van Damme, I have credibility, and so do my reporting, but people mess around.He puts down his glass.hey i know you think me and my

No, that's not the case.Van Damme interrupted him. but you always I'm White House chief of staff, Bob, and I must be loyal to my boss.If you think I have no respect for the media, you're wrong.While we may not always be friends, and sometimes may even be enemies, we need you as much as you need us.For God's sake, why are you here drinking my wine if I don't respect you? These may be high-sounding polite words, but they may also be heartfelt words.For him, Holzman thought, Van Damme was too experienced a player to make a correct judgment.Better to finish the drink now.

Well, Van Damme, I take your word for it. now it's right.Van Damme smiled and filled his glass again.What are you calling me for? This is embarrassing.He paused. I don't want to berate an innocent person publicly. But you've done it before.Van Damme retorted. Yes, but they're all politicians. Well, I don't want to hurt the kids. That's okay, right?Rennes deserves a fair chance. But you're mad you lost your story and the Pulitzer Prize I've had it twice.Holtzman reminded him.Otherwise, he would not have been allowed to write this report. The internal policies of The Washington Post are as corrupt as the politics of this city.

so? So I need to know about the Columbia incident and how Admiral Carter died. Gosh, Bob, don't you know what our ambassador said there today? She scolded very beautifully, and in Spanish!The reporter smiled. It's not going to be public, Bob, no way. The matter will be made public, the question is by whom and how.Van Damme, I know enough to write something now, don't I? Everyone in Washington is constantly caught up in situations.Holtzman had a report to write, and it was still important to him that a good write-up could put him in the running for the Pulitzer Prize again, although he had just denied it, but Van Damme understood it very well and also The man who leaked his story to Kildie could get the hell out of the Post before Holzman would find him and ruin his career.Van Damme must fulfill his responsibility to protect the President, and the only way to fulfill this duty at present is to violate the law and betray the trust of the President.

Can't record, can't record. OK, no record.Bob agrees. I can tell you who to contact for confirmation. Do they all know? Knows even more than I do, Van Damme told him, damn it, I only know the important parts. He raised his eyebrows, great, who really knows? Even the president doesn't know all about it, so I'm not sure anyone knows all about it. Holtzman took another sip of his wine. This was the last sip. It was time to go to work. After flying for more than three hours, Flight 534 landed in Istanbul at 2:55 a.m. local time.The passengers who disembarked came out on time and stumbled away into the Turkish night.The rest continued to nap during the forty-five-minute layover before the plane took off at 3.45am for the other half of the journey.

Lufthansa Flight 601 also had five passengers leave the country, and flew directly to Frankfurt at 2:55. Wren's true story has never been revealed.Fowler lost, almost fired a missile at Iran was Wren, huh?It was he who stopped it all.Holzman looked down at the glass and decided to take another sip.how did this happen? He cut off the president's phone and talked directly to the Soviet leader himself, trying to persuade him to make concessions.Furious, Fowler told the operator to arrest him.But by the time they got to the Pentagon, things had calmed down and things were back to normal, thank goodness.Van Damme replied.

It took Holzman a minute to jot this down, but the story was about as close as he knew bits and pieces.Fowler resigned two years later, and Wren had to leave the administration immediately because of the impact of the incident, until Dooling asked him to return. Ryan broke all the rules, and he seemed to like it; but that wasn't fair, was it? If he hadn't, we wouldn't be here.Van Damme poured himself another drink, and Holzmann waved him off.Do you understand?Bob, if you make it all public, the country will be hurt. So what should we do? You said you didn't want to attack an innocent person, remember?

So what can we do? Maybe talk about unruly masses, Van Damme suggested, or corrupt governments. Next up was Qantas Flight 774.Everything is in order.The cans of shaving foam are filled forty minutes before the plane takes off, and the whole process is clean and safe Spraying and wiping the cans is for further safety.The jars are cold, but nothing dangerous.As the liquid nitrogen boils, it is expelled through a pressure piston into the surrounding air, where it mixes with the air.Although nitrogen is an important element in explosives, it is colorless, odorless, inert, and will not chemically react with other things in the tank, so when the pressure on the piston is reduced and it comes into contact with the air, it will become Safe volatile agent for soup. The medics finished loading in their protective suits, they refused to work without their protective suits, and forcing them would only make them nervous and sloppy, so the commander granted their request. Is flying at night a big deal?Ryan asked. Yes, it is for them.Robert replied.He likes to brief the president that way, talking over drinks in the Oval Office late at night.They are more stingy with equipment than with people.French helicopters are expensive and we haven't seen them used for night operations.Their focus this time is anti-submarine warfare, maybe they are thinking about how to deal with those submarines that the Republic of China bought from the Netherlands.In addition, we also note that they are conducting large-scale joint operations with the Air Force. Conclusion? They are training for a purpose.The operational commander at the Pentagon closed his briefing book.sir, we Robbie, said Lane, watching Robert from behind the new glasses Kathy had just given him, when we're alone together, if you don't call me Jack, I'll demote you to second lieutenant by order of the President. We are not alone.Admiral Jackson retorted, nodding to Operator Price. Andre doesn't count oh shit, I mean Ryan blushes. He's right, Admiral, I don't count, she said, and couldn't help smiling, Mr. President, I've been waiting for that for weeks. Wren looked down at the table, shook his head and said, "You can't live like this, my best friend calls me sir, and I'm being disrespectful to a lady." Jack, you're my Commander-in-Chief, Robert pointed out, with a relaxed smile at his friend's embarrassment, and I'm just a poor sailor. The President thought, first things first.Officer Price? Yes, Mr. President. Pour a glass of wine and sit down. Sir, I have a mission, and according to the regulations Then drink some low concentration, this is the order of the president, you just do it! She was actually hesitant, but thought the president might have some reason.So Price poured a glass of whiskey with plenty of ice water and sat down next to Jackson. Ladies and gentlemen, the President actually needs to relax too, and for me, if I can let the lady sit and my friends can occasionally call my name, then it will be easy for me to relax.Agree? Of course, of course, said Robert, still smiling, but knowing that was the only way to do it now.Yeah, Jack, we're all relaxed now, and he's looking at Price, and if I do something wrong, you're going to shoot me, right? Well, shoot in the head.She is very sure. I'd rather use missiles, it's safer.he added. After they sat down on the other sofa, Ryan poured some more wine.Great, he thought, for the first time there was a real sense of relaxation in the office, for these two to be able to joke around in front of him, treating him like a normal human being instead of the President of the United States. I'm much more satisfied with that, the President looked up, Robbie, this girl has heard more nonsense than us, she's seen everything.She has a master's degree and is very smart, Andrea? What, Mr. President?It was impossible for her to call his name, Ryan understood. What is your opinion on China? I guess I'm no expert, but since you asked I don't know. You are already an expert.Robert grunted that the ships were almost arriving, and told the President that Mancuso asked them to stop on the north-south line between the two navies.I have agreed and the Minister has endorsed it. What happened to Britannon? He is humbly learning, Jack.On operational matters he would listen to us and ask good questions.He wants to start from next week, go to the field to see how those boys work, and he can learn from it himself.There is nothing to say about his management ability, but he is ready to lay off staff aggressively.I've seen drafts of his plans for cutting agencies, wow!Admiral Jackson rolled his eyes. Moving on to China.Ryan said. OK, we still have ELINT aircraft in Kadena, we don't know the CCP's intentions, and we don't have much intel.The State Department says their government says what's all the fuss about?That's all.If there is a threat, Taiwan's navy is sufficient to deal with it. They are carrying out their own training operations in high spirits, and there should be no major problems. What about Powan? Our people in Israel said they were keeping an eye out, but I guess they didn't get much critical intelligence, maybe just about the generals who fled to Sudan.I got a fax from Magruder who is he?Ryan asked. He was a colonel in the army and commanded the 10th Armored Cavalry Regiment of Najav.I met him last year, he's our messenger guy.Our good buddy Benjako called Tayelan the most dangerous man in the world, and Magruder thought that was a brilliant argument. so what? So we'll have to keep an eye out, maybe it's a little early, but Tayeran does have empire-building ambitions.Regarding this point, Saudi Arabia has not handled it well, so we should send some people over now to let the other party know that we are involved. I spoke to Prince Ali and his government wants to keep things quiet. This is a wrong view.Jackson said. That's right, the President nodded, we have to deal with this. What is the state of the Saudi army?asked Price. not good.After the Gulf War, many people rushed to join the national army. Jackson said that they have not been trained yet.Oh sure they drive around in chariots and fire cannons like hell, but no formal training.So, they're not as well-trained as they think they are.If one day the United Islamic Republic gathers its forces to march southward, then Saudi Arabia will be at a disadvantage no matter in terms of weapons or numbers. what should we do?Ryan asked. We can send some people there and have them also send some people to the national training center for emergency training.I have discussed this at length with Mary Mary? General Diggs.Mary was his nickname at West Point, it was always a thing in the Army.Robert told Price to let the Saudis send a heavy battalion over to experience the hardships of the drill against the troops and let them know how powerful it is.That's how our people and the Israelites learned it, and the Saudis had to, and it's much easier to learn than in actual combat.Diggs has mastered this and given us two to three years, if we can build a proper training base in Saudi Arabia, we can put their military on track for a political exception.he added. The president nodded.Yes, this would make Israel very nervous, and the Saudis are always worried about the military being too strong for domestic reasons. You can tell them the story of the three little pigs.It may not be in their culture, but with a big wolf stalking the door, they'd better be careful. I'll listen to you, Robbie, I'll let Adler and Visco look into it.Ryan looked at his watch. Today he worked another fifteen hours.A few more drinks might be nice, but he rarely gets six hours of sleep, and he doesn't want to wake up with a splitting headache.He put down his wine glass and motioned for two people to follow him out of the door. The swordsman is heading to the residence.Andre said into the radio.A minute later, they entered the elevator. It must not be seen that we have been drinking.Wren reminded his captain of the guard. What can we do to you?she asked towards the ceiling as the door opened. Ryan walked out first, taking off his coat as he went. He hated wearing coats all the time. How, you know him now.Robert said to Price.She turned and looked him in the eye. yes.In fact, she had known it for a long time, and she knew it better and better. Take good care of him, Price.When he leaves here, I hope to see my friend again. are you busy today?Ryan asked. Everyone had gone home, and there was only a group of guards patrolling outside. Yeah, I have to work with Bernie all day tomorrow, and of course I have surgery the day after tomorrow.Kathy changed into her pajamas, she was as tired as her husband. What's new? Me and Pierre.Lunch with Alexander, Ralph.One of Foster's new associate professors is a retired military man who is very smart. Do you study infectious diseases?Ren vaguely remembered when he had seen this guy. Um. tricky, right?Ren said after getting into bed. They just happened to dodge a bullet.There was a small outbreak of Ebola in Say, Kathy said, got into bed from the other side, two people died, and then two more in Sudan, but it doesn't look like it's going to spread. Is it really as powerful as the rumors say?Ren turned off the light. A death rate of 80 percent is terrible.She adjusted the quilt and moved towards him.Stop talking about this.Shessie said she was going to a concert at the Kennedy Center in two weeks' time.How about we go get some tickets?He could feel her smile in the dark. I think I know the owner of the theater, I'll give it a try.He kissed his wife.The day is over. See you in the morning, Jeff.Price walked to the right toward her car, while Rahman walked to the left. This kind of work can really dull the mind, Jeff.Raman told himself.Mechanized action, long-term observation and waiting, doing nothing but maintaining a state of alert at any time. Hey, what is there to complain about?That's all of his life.He drove north, waited for the safety gate to open, and then headed northwest.Empty streets made him drive fast; by the time he got home, the intense pressure of working in the White House had made him doze off. He opened the door first, then turned off the security system, then picked up the mail that had been slipped under the door, and glanced at it quickly.One bill, all the rest is useless junk mail.He hung up his coat, took the pistol and holster from his belt, and went into the kitchen.The light on the answering machine blinked, and there was a message. Mr. Sloan, he heard a familiar voice on the answering machine, although he had only heard it once, I am Arahad.Your rug has just arrived and is ready to be shipped.